The Twilight Twenty-Five, Round 2
Prompt: Morose
Pen name: SubtlePen
Pairing: Edward
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series, or any of the characters created by Stephenie Meyer. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Morose
The sun rises, sets. Moon and stars arc across the night sky. Days, weeks, months pass. I care not.
I sit in my ratty hovel, with Christ the Redeemer in the distance, arms spread. Penitents and pilgrims flock to his feet, seeking to lay blessings there, or plead absolution. I've never bothered to make the trek. There is no redemption from my sin. I am damned, my existence an eternal hell among the living, condemned to a solitary confinement of my own construction.
The phone rings for the tenth time, or the hundredth. I'm not sure why, but I answer.
Rosalie...